They are suspended in the ceiling of dreams
The grieved children of Africa
For who does your godfather
Fight for?
Today the walk in tattered clothes
The urchins of majengo
Walking the streets of misery.
They are the grieved children of Africa
Full of hunger
Full of thirst
While their godfathers
Make merry
In protected mansions
And giving orders
To the sacrificial lamps
A poem where your imagination can run wild, and be greatly sad!